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Well. I'm up here in this wombI'm looking all aroundWell, I'm looking out my belly button windowAnd I see a whole lot of frownsAnd I'm wondering if they don't want me around

What seems to be the fuzz out there?Just what seems to be the hang?'Cause you know if ya just don't want me this time around,Yeah I'll be glad to go back to Spirit LandAnd even take a longer rest,Before I'm coming down the chute againMan, I sure remember the last time, babyThey were still hawkin' about me thenSo if you don't want me now,Make up your mind, where or whenIf you don't want me now,Give or take, you only got two hundred days'Cause I ain't coming down this way too much more again

You know they got pills for ills and thrills and even spillsBut I think you're just a little too lateSo I'm coming down into this world, daddyRegardless of love and hateAnd I'm gonna sit up in your bed, mamaAnd just a grin right in your faceAnd then I'm gonna eat up all your chocolates,And say "I hope I'm not too late"

So if there's any questions,Make up your mind'Cause you better give or takeQuestions in your mindGive it a take,You only got two hundered days

Way up into this wombLooking all aroundSure's dark in hereAnd I'm looking out my belly button windowAnd I swear I see nothing but a lot of frownsAnd I'm wondering if they want me around